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William Henry Drummond - The Log Jam
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Dere `a s beeg jam up de reever, w`ere rapide is runnin` fas`,
     An` de log we cut las` winter is takin` it all de room; 
     So boss of de gang is swearin`, for not`ing at all can pass
     An` float away down de current till somebody break de boom. 
     "Here `s for de man will tak` de job, holiday for a week
     Extra monee w`en pay day come, an` ten dollar suit of clothes. 
     `T is n`t so hard work run de log, if only you do it quick—
     W`ere `s de man of de gang den is ready to say, ` Here goes?`" 
     Dere was de job for a feller, handy an` young an` smart, 
    Willin` to tak` hees chances, willin` to risk hees life. 
    `Cos many a t`ing is safer, dan tryin` de boom to start, 
    For if de log wance ketch you, dey `re cuttin` you lak a knife. 
    Aleck Lachance he lissen, an` answer heem right away
    "Marie Louise dat `s leevin` off on de shore close by
    She `s sayin` de word was mak` me mos` happies` man to-day
    An` if you ax de reason I `m ready to go, dat `s w`y." 
    Pierre Delorme he `s spikin` den, an` O! but he `s lookin` glad. 
    "Dis morning de sam` girl tole me, she mus` say to me, ` Good-bye Pierre.` 
    So no wan can stop me goin`, for I feel I was comin` mad
    An` wedder I see to-morrow, dat `s not`ing, for I don`t care." 
    Aleck Lachance was steady, he `s bully boy all aroun`, 
    Alway sendin` de monee to hees moder away below, 
    Now an` den savin` a leetle for buyin` de house an` groun`, 
    An` never done t`inkin`, t`inkin` of Marie Louise Lebeau. 
    Pierre was a half-breed feller, we call heem de grand Nor` Wes`—
    Dat is de place he `s leevin` w`en he work for de Compagnie, 
    Dey say he `s marry de squaw dere, never min` about all de res`—
    An` affer he get hees monee, he `s de boy for de jamboree! 
    Ev`ry wan start off cheerin` w`en dey pass on de log out dere
    Jompin` about lak monkey, Aleck an` Pierre Delorme. 
    Workin` de sam` as twenty, an` runnin` off ev`ryw`ere, 
    An` busy on all de places, lak beaver before de storm. 
    Den we hear some wan shoutin`, an` dere was dat crazy girl, 
    Marie Louise, on de hillside, cryin` an` raisin` row. 
    Could n`t do not`ing worser! mos` foolish t`ing on de worl`
    For Pierre Delorme an` Aleck was n`t workin` upon de scow. 
    Bote of dem turn aroun` dere w`en girl is commencin` cry, 
    Lak woman I wance remember, got los` on de bush t`ree day, 
    "Look how de log is movin`! I `m seein` it wit` ma eye, 
    Come back out of all dem danger!" an` den she was faint away. 
    Ten year I been reever driver, an` mebbe know somet`ing too, 
    An` dere was n`t a man don`t watch for de minute dem log she go; 
    But never a word from de boos dere, stannin` wit` all hees crew, 
    So how she can see dem movin` don`t ax me, for I dunno. 
    Hitch dem all up togeder, t`ousan` horse crazy mad—
    Only a couple of feller for han`le dem ev`ry wan, 
    Scare dem wit` t`onder an` lightning, an` den `t is n`t half so bad
    As log runnin` down de rapide, affer de boom she `s gone. 
    See dem nex` day on de basin, you t`ink dey was t`roo de fight
    Cut wit` de sword an` bullet, lyin` along de shore
    You `d pity de log, I `m sure, an` say `t was terrible sight
    But man goin` t`roo de sam` t`ing, you `d pity dat man some more. 
    An` Pierre w`en he see dem goin` an` log jompin` up an` down
    De sign of de cross he `s makin` an` dive on de water dere, 
    He know it `s all up hees chances, an` he rader be goin` drown
    Dan ketch by de rollin` timber, an` dat `s how he go, poor Pierre. 
    Aleck`s red shirt is blazin` off w`ere we hear de log
    Crackin` away an` bangin`, sam` as a honder gun, 
    Lak` sun on de morning tryin` to peep t`roo de reever fog—
    But Aleck`s red shirt is redder dan ever I see de sun. 
    An` w`en dey `re tryin` wake her: Marie Louise Lebeau, 
    On her neck dey fin` a locket, she `s kipin` so nice an` warm, 
    An` dey `re tolin` de funny story, de funnies` I dunno—
    For de face, Baptême! dey see dere, was de half-breed Pierre Delorme!
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